Monthly Archives: March 2017

In Persia there is an ancient Zoroastrian rite – outlawed by the current regime – to jump over the fire with the early days of spring. Letting go our worries into the flames, the firebird phoenix rises from the ashes. We enjoy the feast with neighbours and family. In Iran and Kurdistan and all over the world the elder secret fire is stirred.

volcano

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Before the fire party, I took my camera over Hampstead Heath. The fire is in the wood: the life is in the waters.

Spring spikes sky pond

Oak flows

pondering

The White Bull

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triad fire nests

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THE PAINTBOX: all of this has colour and swishes of the loaded brush. The fire mystery is within my dryadic photo odyssey through the heath and Sandy-heath and ponds: the sexual flow and texture of oak and spiky root and arboreal nakedness and light: the trees piercing the pond are shivered by ripples of a passing pair of ducks. The Rite of spring!

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Loaded brush stroke

A Song by ‘Argent’ (1970s):

We will light a giant burning fire tonightWe will build it and dance in the smokeEvery branch we’ll tie somebody’s worry to itWe will burn it and dance in the smoke

I recall it was too tallTo see the flames grow highBut on tiptoeThe flames would growAnd burn into the sky!

WHAT IS CULTURE? … something about Siva and the Rishis’ wives in elder India.

The Rishis’ ashram had become a dry old stick of the intellect. Vagrant lord Siva came as Agni (sacred fire deity) out of the forest and impregnated the Rishis’ wives through their hair follicles, as they warmed themselves around the blaze. I have always loved this story.

Last night I saw fire, ashes, crackling sticks of the nest, and the flaming, dancing Bird. In the fire I knew there is Zoroaster … the edge, the archetypal cleavage of the darkness and the light: Azda, Ahriman – vaguely recalled concepts which I drew thirty years ago.

Sunflower & Ahriman, 1986 – the dark and the light support each other

The reality however, of the flame and the love and the family and the dancing, jumping and singing around and in the fire … and later, the soft and ancient glow of knowledge through my body … is ORIGINAL, and cancels book-learning like the sea in my face: Gnosis.

Fire is fire, the heart and hearth and art of the fire: Thou ART i AM.

It is like the fire in Plato’s cave … the inner fire, and its passage to the Sun outside, as night falls on apple blossom in the garden.

I saw that the old and worshiped treasures of human culture, which developed into religions and spiritual paths and occult Mysteries are this thing that families do around the fire, around the heart, long before anything got written about it. Then the children grow inside the women. There is no need for Schools. Here, the consecrate seed begins.

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Gallery – click on image

Warrior’s dance, 1986

Gwynedd Szegedy Szuts: watercolour sketch 2016

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Aquariel – an angel of the waters and of the air through the woods of life.